Give me a
And I'll sing you a song
On street corners I'll play for you.
If you toss me a dime (if you help me along)
I'll try to make life easy, too.
Some say I'm lazy, or weak.
But brother, I just turn the other cheek.
I'm doin' what I was born to do.
I got nothin' but this shirt on my back
I wander through the days
Singin' glorias to the sunset's haze
I am a minstrel.
I barely stay alive
My only agents are kids on the street.
But it don't get me down (they don't see me frown)
'Cause they give me material I seek.
So my thumb gets me from town to town
Their stories and faces get me by.
So I can stand on my corner and sing.
That we are like gardeners
We live on the dreams we plant.
We stroll our rounds (spreading our seeds)
And reap a harvest when we come back.
I'm like a Johnny Appleseed planting dreams;
I offer a form of Eternity.
And I stand on the stage and sing.